Boy's Cinema (1933)

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20 you are for three minutes. I'll be watching you. and the first move you make I'll drill you." He slid out quietly into the shadows, leaving Owens standing rigid beside the pillar. Over across the gardens, Blaze saw the dim shape of Red. Red saluted him casually. "Hi, there, boss! Everything goin' fine? No sign of that Howell guj " ■Don't move, Red," Blaze said, in a low voice, "or I'll drill you. Now listen to me. You've been double- crossed. The money from the railway robbery is in the fireplace at the old hacienda, if that conveys anything to you." Iled's eves narrowed. "Say," "he drawled, "what's YOUR game, whoever you are?" "I'm giving you a straight tip. that's all," Blaze answered. "My game is— well, maybe I just want to clear my name. Or maybe it's just a little romance!" "Howell!" Red breathed. "The same!" Blaze smiled. At the time Blaze was talking to Red Saunders, leaving Owens rooted to the spot, Mr. Collins was looking for his ranch manager, and Doris told him that Owens was out on the balcony. Thus Collins came upon him, a few moments after Blaze had left him. "Ah, Owens. I want to speak to you," Collins said. "Come into my study, will you?" Owens turned sulkily. He had been on the very point of leaving there and then to go to the ruined hacienda and retrieve the money -hidden there, and Collins' sudden appearance upset his plans. "I'm pretty busy just now " he began, when the owner interrupted him. "Never mind—it's important," he said. In the study. Owens faced his em- ployer, who was looking at him with narrowed eyes. "Owens," he said slowly, "you've been with me for some time, and I've trusted you." "What are you driving at?" the manager demanded in a truculent voice. "Just this," Collins answered, and his voice was suddenly sharp. "Where did you managed to raise eighteen thousand dollars from, to make a first payment on the M-Bar-M ranch ? I've got a copy of the papers here in front of me!" He tapped his hand on a sheaf of papers that lay on the table. And at the expression of baffled fury in Owens' eyes, hi6 worst suspicions were con- firmed. " So it was YOU who took the twenty thousand dollars out of my safe, and planted that glove there " That was as far as he got. With a furious oath Owens leapt forward, and his hands fastened around Collins' throat. He saw that his game was up, and the only thing he could do was to make his getaway as quickly as pos- sible. Collins wasn't, a strong man. and he was as wax in Owens' strong hands. He crashed down to the Hoor like a log. Owens looked about him quickly, then dashed out of the room, leaving the ranch-owner senseless on the floor. In the meantime, Blaze had found Doris again, and was talking to her. "I think pretty soon this mystery will be cleared up," he said. "I'm going in to talk to your father, and I think I'll manage to convince him that Owens is a crook " With a brief smile, he left Doris, and made his way into the hacienda to Mr. Collins' study. The lights were on, but Collins didn't appear to be there, and April 8th, 1933. BOY'S CINEMA Blaze was just going when he saw leg sticking out from behind a sofa. In a flash he was across the room. "Collins!" he gasped. He picked the senseless man up, and laid him on the couch, undoing the tight collar of his fancy dress. "Collins! who did this? What's the matter " He stopped, as there came a voice from the doorway. "Daddy, I just want to " It was Doris. She stopped as she saw Blaze bending over the senseless form of her father, then a scream left her lips. '' Daddy ! Daddy darling !'' She raced across the room, and Hung herself beside the limp form. A moment later and the sheriff and his two deputies came running into the room in answei to Doris' shriek. "I found him on the floor when I came in " Blaze began, when Doris flung an accusing finger at him. "He did it!" she wailed to the sheriff. "He came in to do this—and pretended he was going to talk to father " "Grab him!" the sheriff shouted. But they were too late. Seeing that everything pointed against him, Blaze leapt across the room, switched out the lights, and flung himself out of the house. A shrill whistle left his lips as he ran, and the white form of Tarzan, his faithful horse, showed by the gates of the courtyard. A moment later, before a gun had been drawn. Blaze was galloping swiftly towards the old hacienda. Back in Collins' study, the sheriff and deputies were stumbling about in the dark, trying to find the switch. Lights blazed again, and they raced out to get their horses and follow Blaze. With Aunt Sarah, Doris, and Smithers bending over him, Collins stirred, and opened his eyes. "Daddy! What happened? Who did it?" Doris asked in anguish. "Are you all right " "All right—now," Collins gasped. "It was—Owens, the thief " "Owens! Where's he gone?" Doris gasped. "He'll have made for the ruined hacienda!" Smithers cried excitedly. "Quick—I must follow——" "I'll come with you!" Doris said. "Blaze will have gone there, too. Gee the car, Smithers. It's quickest." A few moments later, and Doris was driving the powerful car at breakneck speed over the rough trail towards the ruined hacienda. She kept a keen look- out for Blaze—but he had gone straight across country as being the quickest way. The powerful car literally tore through the night, and at last pulled up with a scream of brakes outside the ruined hacienda. As Doris and Smithers ran into the ruined building, they failed to see the dark figure of Owens skulking among the bushes of the garden. They ran Into the room where the cash-box had been hidden. A terrible sight met their eyes. Red Saunders lay sprawled on the ground, dead, with a bullet through his heart. All around were the evidences of a terrific fight. Doris covered her eyes, and Smithers whispered: "By gosh—Howell's bait caught the fish all right " Then he stopped, as from outside came the sound of their car starting. They ran out—in time to see Owens shooting off in the car. "He's gone! He's made his escape " Smithers shouted excitedly. "He " But Doris stopped him, and stood in Every Tuesday a an attitude of listening. Plain and close to them came the sound of a horse's hoofs galloping, and a few moments later Blaze came tearing up on Tarzan. "Red Saunders is here—dead!" Doris gasped to Blaze. "Owens has got away in the car. Oh, Blaze—darling—get him " Even then, in the excitement of that moment, Blaze laughed delightedly as he heard her call him darling. Then he spurred Tarzan forward. Crouched low in the saddle, he sped across country in the wake of the speeding car. Soon he caught sight of the cloud of dust raised by the car. The track began to wind even more, as it mounted over the ridges, and with Tarzan straining every nerve of his gallant body, taking every short cut that offered. Blaze drew level with the car. As it whizzed by, he leapt from the saddle, straight into the tonneau of the speeding car. A gun gleamed in Owens' hand, but with a straight kick Blaze knocked it spinning out on to the trail Then he leaned over and tried to grab the wheel from Owens' hand. Owens hung on like grim death. Ahead of them the trail swerved sharply to the 'left, and a3 Blaze tried to grip the wheel, Owens wrenched it over hard. There was the scream of tortused rubber on the hard surface of the trail, as the wheels tried to grip. The off- side wheels whirled dizzily in the air as the car lurched on the very edge of the trail. Then it toppled, as Owens tried madly to wrench the wheel around to take the bend. But it was too late. The car had been going too fast for him to regain con- trol. Blaze saw that they were going to crash over the side of the trail down the slopes of the ridge, and Hung him- self out of the speeding car in the nick of time. Even as he landed with a thud on the trail, safely, he heard a terrific crash, as the car shot over the side, and crashed down to the bottom. A sheet of flame leapt up—Owens had paid the penalty! A few minutes later, and the sheriH with a posse, and Doris and Smithers came galloping up, leading Tarzanp to see Blaze sitting on the 6ide of the trail awaiting them. "Where's Owens!" the sheriff asked excitedly. Blaze mutely gestured over the side of the trail, where the shattered remain3 of the car still smouldered. "Dead?" the sheriff asked, in an awed voice. "Sure," Blaze answered grimly. "You wouldn't expect him to be alive after that crash—and then the fire!" "Huh!" the sheriff growled. "Good job them express oash-boxes are fire- proof. The twenty thousand dollars will be safe, anyhow!" But Blaze wasn't listening to him. He was looking at Doris, who was smiling at him tenderly. The sheriff looked at the pair and grunted. "Come on, lads!" he growled. "We ain't wanted around here!" A little later, Tarzan was slowly carrying a double burden back to the Collins hacienda—carrying both Biazn and Doris. And whon old Collins, who was feeling a lot better, said to Blaze: "Well, you've done mighty well, my boy! How'd you like a job with me, huh? Taking Owens' place." Doris answered for Blaze: "He's already got a job. A job for life—looking after me!" (By permission of the Gaumont Film Co., Ltd., starring Ken Maynard and Ruth Hall.)